The singing tower - D&D campaign
It's early autumn in the year 3712.
As the last wisps of summer's warmth dissipated, the city of Eldrador burst forth in a riot of color and light, the air filled with the sweet scent of ripening fruit and the distant tang of woodsmoke carried on the gentle breeze that rustles the leaves of the ancient trees that line the city's winding streets. Palaces of gleaming white marble and burnished bronze seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy, their magnificent spires reaching for the clouds as if seeking the whispers of the heavens themselves.
The gentle breeze, rustles the leaves of Eldrador's iconic autumn trees like a chorus of forgotten melodies. As the capital's numerous denizens swarm through the city's winding streets, the sky above seemed to yawn open, a brilliant blue canvas awaiting the brushstrokes of fate as the first whispers of adventure and possibility.
The River Dower meanders lazily through the city, its cobblestone banks intricately paved like a mosaic, and adorned with ornate bridges that seem to be dressed in finery. Like a stately queen, the river flows gently, surrounded by regal attire of twisted vines, ripened fruit, and whispers of ancient secrets.
